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Topic: Whats the haps?

Not a fan either. Coffee flavoured candy is fine, but it's not the type of flavour I like to drink.

Cute(?) change of topic: the rabbit I adopted it a little obsessed with me. She likes to follow me around, tries to groom me and so on. She's been like that for months. But now her obsessions seems to have evolved. She normally doesn't like it very much when I pet my other rabbit and her reaction to that is sitting to the side and looking cute so I'll pet her too, but just now she used bodyslam and it was super effective. Don't worry, the other rabbit wasn't hurt. He just looked a little confused and then went back to his 'Let's all be friends :D' routine. He's a lovable idiot.

Man, I used to love pumpkin seeds, but I ate too many of the pre-packaged kind, and out of season, and just got so burnt out on them that I can't stand them anymore. I would probably love fresh roasted seeds straight from the pumpkin, still, though.

As I mentioned earlier in this thread, I woke up with AWFUL acid reflux/heartburn after having more coffee than I usually have, so I think I might be a bit sensitive to caffeine, too. I have always made efforts to moderate my coffee intake, but it looks like I need to be even more careful.

@Rucks - I think it's good to be passionate about things and to have strong opinions. And I think it's good to express those opinions. But have you found that most people tend to not enjoy being judged on the basis of your opinions? Striking the right balance in expressing your beliefs is tough, at least in my experience. Especially since I, too, have beliefs that many might consider "extreme". And sometimes you can express something completely neutrally and some people will still overreact and assume you are judging them. All this communication we have seems to make communicating more difficult. And nobody is taught how to control their emotions anymore, either, which makes dialogue difficult to maintain. It's sad (in my opinion).

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"You know, you're pretty cool too, Arvis. You like good music, good games, and good tennis." - Divingfalcons

Self-regulation ( the ability to monitor and control our own behavior, emotions, or thoughts, altering them in accordance with the demands of the situation) is something I find myself often trying to teach/instill in my special needs students. A lot of behaviors that are "normal/typical" for us have to be taught to those students, especially how to appropriately express negative emotions. This can definitely be challenging for someone with a traumatic brain injury that seriously damaged the portion of the part of the brain that instills our self-regulatory functions.

On the other hand, some of the behaviors I see are a more extreme version of typical. For example, with autistic students, stimulating behaviors ("stimming") like rocking back and forth or flapping their arms looks off-kilter to us, but we neurotypical folks have to remember that we stim too, be it spinning pencils, twirling our hair, stroking our chins/beards, stuff like that.

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Sometimes I wonder if there was ever a time a last-place Olympic diver decided before their final dive, "I'm in last place, I have nothing to lose, I might as well have some fun with this" then yell "CANNONBALL!" from the diving board before launching into a cannonball.

Went out today and bought a laptop. My very first one! (Yes I am behind the times thank you for pointing that out)$1500 Lenovo 720, and it's about twice as powerful/fast as the desktop I'm currently using (Yes I am behind the times etc). And since I was already spending $1800 with the warranty, I went ahead and picked up FE Warriors as well. Looking forward to trying that out as soon as I finish typing this.

Whole back wheel is bent and fucked up, frame may be damaged. The asshole was pulling out of a Walgreens and I had space to pass him since LEGALLY he's supposed to stop before he pulls out (I was on the curb, I know, not supposed to be). As I get half past him, he starts moving again and before I have time to move he runs into me, taking out the wheel and knocking my bike out from under me. Scratches on my right leg from the bike getting knocked around, and my knee feels wobbly but that could be from nerves and adrenaline, nothing hurts though.

As I'm cursing about getting hit, he gets out of his car and gives me shit for being on the sidewalk. I told him get away from me before I put his head through his windshield. His wife kept asking if I was ok and I said I'm fucking furious, your husband needs to get away from before I hurt him. He then drives off, never asking if I'm ok or about the damage he inflicted on me or my bike.